Too Touchy

I was out with a friend from college who had come to visit me for the weekend. Excited to catch up, we went to the bar to have just a couple drinks. Chatting away, my friend and I were soon joined by two guys who came over saying they were bored with their regular friends. We, being friendly, scooted over to let them join and to see what this conversation was going to be like. One guy sat next to me and quickly began telling me about his life, undergrad degree, and research he was interested in. While what he was saying was vaguely interested, I could not help but be extremely distracted by his incessant touching. He went from my arm, to my lower back, to my shoulder, and one even my cheek. I was feeling very uncomfortable and tried sending very clear body signals that he should stop like flinching, scooting away from him, and so on. Not really getting the hint, the guy carried on. Finally, I worked up my nerve and told him he must stop. “I am interested in what you are saying but I am not really touchy feely and you are making me so uncomfortable,” I stated to this stranger. Offended by my obvious overreaction (or what he thought) to his invasion of personal space, he stomped off after telling me I was weird for not liking to be touched.